Just wrote this: You know how these little revelation-cum-thought-cum-wish-hope…come.

Let Me See [Y]our Plans Completed

I used to pray each morning,God, please plan my day.”Now, it’s morn,And I’ve matured (it seems) since then.What occurred to me as root,Not You, non-absolute,An Ignorance of what comes next,But – as I do – surmising that it all began,Was planned at the beginning, andThat all occurs in Law determiningA chain of cause/effect the thing –Then cause original must bring,Determined from the very start,An end, an end to each event,To each and every incident.

There is no fluke, no bit of luck,No happenstance, no accidents;All provide-nce.Therefore I pray, to start the dayAnd just to get my head on straight.(Already planned and known beforehand).

So I say, for my head’s sake,“Let me see our plans completed”Though I know it’s all been planned,One might say programmedFrom the start:The very start,Of which I am a nano- part.